Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
MDC,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.